In the lobby of the police station, a woman in her fifties or sixties was slumped on the floor, clutching the fabric over her heart and sobbing her lungs out.
"My Una... her death was so tragic..."
"Who could be so cruel? Why would they do this to Una?"
"She was always so afraid of pain..."
"Una, what am I going to do now that you're gone? How are your father and I supposed to live..."
Levi Hollis crouched beside the woman, his face filled with sorrow. "Ms. Kent," he said softly, "please accept my deepest condolences."
"I don't believe it's Una." Ms. Kent suddenly grabbed Levi Hollis's clothes, her expression contorted with grief. "You must have made a mistake, right? That can't be my daughter!"
"Ms. Kent, we are also very sorry..." Levi Hollis pressed his lips together, his tone full of apology. "The DNA database comparison confirms that it is indeed Ms. Moira Ford."
